Barbara E. Scott

Corning, California

I started writing poems in my teens. I stopped for a long time then started writing again in my late thirties. I am forty now, a mother of three girls and two grandchildren. I am a custodian at Corning Lumber in Corning, California. I like to camp, fish and read thrillers. I enjoy maintaining my aquariums that my pet Oscar lives in. My poems reflect parts of my life. So I can look back and remember how special that it was. "Seize the moment before its gone for another day begins at dawn"....Clay Harrison

Special

Mother of Eight
What can we Say?
You've always been there
through all our days
You stood by Us
In Good and Bad
Never once did you Stray
Your Heart is like Gold
Sprinkling it everywhere you go
So many things
We want to say
most of the times
they slip away
I hope you know
We love you so
forever you will be
a Special Mother of Eight

Fireman Fireman

Go rushing by
A kalidascope of colors
Is what a little boy sees
Your big red hat
And shiney badge
Bright yellow coat
To see you afar
Long black boots
Filled with soot
Fireman Fireman
Go rushing by
You rescue cats
High in the trees
Wipe away fears
and little girls tears
That's what a little boy sees
they want to ride
with such pride.

Oldest One Oldest One

I can hardly remember
When your time began
Through diapers, rattles
And bubble gum
Climbing trees
Yelling look at me
From ragged jeans
to prom dresses
Wedding bells in the steeple
What a world of love
You gave to me
Even though we are apart
You will always be
In my heart